Ian seemed to sense my hesitation, and he took his time in picking up where we’d left off. He tentatively reached out with his fingertips and traced my lower lip, swollen and sensitive from his kisses, then leaned in slowly, giving me time to push him away if I wanted to. I didn’t. Our lips met, and his tongue gently caressed mine, leisurely stoking up the flame and rebuilding the fire.
His considerate gestures only further affirmed my decision to let him seduce me. He was a good guy, caring and kind, not the douchey tech bro that I had originally assumed him to be. He deserved a night of fun, too. Nothing more.
His fingers traced their way down my arms as he slipped his jacket off from around my shoulders. I melted into him and opened my legs to let him stand closer, pulling him to me with his tie once more. He lay me back against the mirror, still thoroughly ravishing my mouth with his, and his hands sought my breasts, teasing my nipples until they were tight and chafing against the satin. I mewled needily, rubbing myself against his erection until he broke our kiss and lowered his lips to my heated neck, trailing kisses down to my collarbone. Fuck, it felt so good.
He lowered his head further and sucked my nipple through the satin dress, leaving behind an obscene wet spot. I arched my back in ecstasy and sighed with pleasure as he switched to the other.
My dress was going to be a sordid mess by the end of the night. I giggled at the thought.
His eyes met mine as he slowly pulled away and lowered his head. He traced his hand up my thigh, then pushed the satin aside and lifted my knees, pulling my legs apart to expose my glistening wet pussy.
Fuck. Was he about to do what my ex had refused to do? And the guy before him?
He got down on one knee and planted a sweet, tantalizing kiss, right where it was wettest. I moaned so loudly that people could surely hear it over the music.
Now I was truly glad that I’d decided to let Ian have his way with me.
He dipped his tongue into me and I arched my back again, craving more contact. He kept his eyes on my face the whole time, watching my every expression as he swirled his tongue inside me, round and round. I fucking loved it, and I cried his name to let him know. Then he pulled my clit into his mouth and sucked, his facial hair grinding against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. I slipped my fingers into his hair and held on for dear life. Oh my god.
I’d only ever had one guy go down on me before, and he’d clearly had no idea what he was doing. And he’d certainly had no facial hair.
Ian had a fucking PhD in this. It was. So. Fucking. Good.
But I was well-past ready for him. And Ian, aggravating man that he was, continued at his leisurely pace, slowly exploring me instead of breaking and entering like I needed him to.
I didn’t want his slow worship. That led to feelings, and feelings were useless to me.
I needed him to just fuck me and get out of my life. If I could just scratch that itch, just break that seal between us, I was sure it would go away.
Instead, even as he seduced me, he tried to win me over. How annoying.
“Ian,” I moaned. “Please. Fuck me.”
He lazily ran his tongue up and down my wet folds, as if he had all the time in the world. I slipped my fingers deeper into his hair, grinding myself against his mouth, closing my eyes and reveling in the sensation. Then I pushed his head away.
“Hurry up,” I begged.
Instead of immediately getting up and sticking it into me, he met my eyes again, casually licked two fingers and slipped them into my...two-finger pocket. I gasped at the sensation, the emptiness inside me only partially relieved. His fingers were so deliciously rough, the friction softened and perfected by the intense moisture that my body was producing. He crooked his fingers inside of me and stroked me closer to oblivion. His tongue went back to circling my clit, and the combination was almost too much. If he kept going, I knew I’d come completely undone.
But only one thing could truly break the spell between us.
“Ian, fuck, I want you inside of me!” My voice was so annoying and whiny, but I couldn’t take it anymore.
With one last flick of his tongue, he withdrew his fingers and stood up, then pulled his wallet out, from which he produced a condom packet. I eyed the very visible bulge in his pants, straining against the perfect cut of his pants.
Finally!
His phone rang. I tensed.
Our eyes met, and I frowned. Don’t you dare. He reached into his pocket and must’ve silenced it because the ringing soon stopped. I slowly relaxed again and watched him put the condom packet on the counter, then unbuckle his belt. He unbuttoned his pants—
The phone rang again. We both froze.
“Sorry. I should check who it is.” He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out the phone. When he saw who it was, he sighed. “Hold that thought.”
I scowled, frustrated. Who could be calling on a Saturday night worth interrupting this?
He lewdly licked his fingers clean and winked at me, then answered the phone in Chinese. “Wei? Ma?” He unlocked the door and stepped outside, closing the door behind him.
What. The. Fuck. It was his mom? He was going to ruin his chances with me to talk to his mom?
The lustful fog lifted, swept away by cold, hard reality, and I hurried to obliterate any evidence of that night’s terrible mistake.
Chapter 6
-Ian-
I probably shouldn’t have picked up the phone. I knew that I could call my mom
